The House of Three Chapter 4.2

“No, no, it’s not. It’s saliva. Just saliva came out. Really.”

Startled by the ear-piercing shout, Heeyoung hastily wiped around his mouth. As he said, it was literally just a little saliva that had flowed out.

But no matter how much he wiped, saliva kept flowing. It was because he could not manage to close his slackened mouth.

Unfortunately, the drunk Heeyoung did not have the presence of mind to notice even that. The best he could do was to have tears welling up in his eyes at the situation that was not going as he wished.

In the end, he lifted his head high and looked at Gyojin desperately. The face that said, please help me somehow, was incomparably dangerous.

His face was flushed red, his hair was disheveled, and his half-lidded eyes were drowsy. But then again, his lips were glistening with saliva, and the breath coming from between his teeth was not just rapid, but at a level of panting.

At Heeyoung’s utterly lewd appearance, Gyojin could not stop imagining himself rolling around messily with him.

Ha, letting out a hollow laugh, Gyojin could not hold back and released his pheromones. As the coolly flowing alpha pheromones enveloped his body, Heeyoung’s face turned red as if it would explode.

“Boss, I, I want to go. I’m going to throw up. Because of the good smell, no, not throw up, but saliva, agh……!”

Around the time the third dry heave burst from his lewdly opened mouth, Gyojin felt the blood rush to his lower body. It was partly because of Heeyoung’s pheromones, but the decisive reason for this was that stimulating face.

Because Lee Heeyoung had been dry-heaving as if he had a cock shoved in his mouth.

What alpha bastard wouldn’t be stirred when he, who had always been so neat, was blushing deeply and squeezing out tears.

Moreover, all of this was happening between Gyojin’s legs.

Of course, a sane alpha would not lose his grip on reason even amidst the incessant stimulation. And Gyojin, who had cleaned up his promiscuous past while raising his child, was a man who belonged to the category of ‘sane alphas’.

Yes, he definitely was.

Why was it that he was feeling the impulse to just be faithful to his desires?

He wanted to commit an act worse than a beast, something that could not be wrapped up with the simple words of having no conscience.

Clench.

Gyojin clenched his molars tightly, suppressing the base impulse. He clenched his teeth so hard that his jaw muscles bulged, but it was not an easy task to endure the impulse.

Gyojin was already a man with little patience and a quick temper. But it was as if Heeyoung was adding fuel to the fire, as he could not possibly endure it when Heeyoung squirmed his body and stimulated him from below.

Pheromones were vibrating from Heeyoung’s limply melted body and clothes. Gyojin tilted his head back towards the ceiling and deeply inhaled the scent that could not be described.

It felt like the omega-specific pheromones that entered through his nose were piercing his brain. At the same time as the tingling sensation spread throughout his body, the thread of reason he had been barely holding onto also snapped.

Gyojin, who had been closing his eyes and concentrating on Heeyoung’s body scent, slowly lowered his head. After recognizing that Heeyoung was lying face down below him, there was no need to hesitate further.

He pressed down on Heeyoung’s round head with one hand and undid the belt on his waist with the other.

“Hey, you started it.”

For someone who had lost his reason in excitement, his voice was overly calm. However, the pheromones leaking from Gyojin were honest.

Even an alpha on the verge of his rut would not release this much pheromone. He had acted respectably for several years in order not to be a shameful father in front of Cheonghyun, so it was only natural that the impact of the pheromones he had released after a long time would fluctuate greatly.

Thanks to that, only Heeyoung, who had had almost no contact with alphas, was dying. Covered all over in Gyojin’s pheromones, Heeyoung was busy being dazed, unable to come to his senses.

“The smell is, strange, a strange smell……”

It was because it was the first time in his life he had ever felt such a strong alpha pheromone. When he smelled it, his head became blank and various parts of his body tingled, making him want to keep crossing his legs. To Heeyoung, it was clearly a smell that was making his body strange.

However, Gyojin did not agree in the slightest. He tilted Heeyoung’s forehead back sharply as he twisted his head, not knowing what to do. Heeyoung, who was suddenly forced to meet his eyes, could only repeat the word ‘strange’ like a parrot and let out a labored breath.

He wanted him to help, he wanted him to at least ventilate the room. The words that came out of Gyojin’s mouth were nothing but cruel.

“A bastard who says it’s strange is panting in heat?”

In heat…… he was. Heeyoung found it hard to understand what Gyojin was talking about.

The world was spinning, and a feeling of heat covered his whole body, making it difficult to breathe. Whenever he opened his mouth to say something, his voice could not be heard clearly, and only a ringing sound, beeeep, echoed. As his reason became dull, a moan close to a sob flowed from between his teeth.

Did he say, help me. Or did he say, please save me.

He did not know for sure, but after moving his mouth according to his instincts, he saw Gyojin frown sharply and clench his teeth. It seemed he had also faintly heard a rough curse word.

Boss, what’s wrong. It was before he could even ask. Something blunt and lukewarm touched his cheek.

He was rubbing his menacingly erect penis on his face. It did not hurt or sting, but it felt like goosebumps were rising at the unfamiliar sensation. It was especially so when the thick, bulging veins on the heavy flesh kept touching the area around his cheek.

Gyojin scanned Heeyoung’s face with a gaze that was as hot as if it would burn and was persistent. Looking at the reddened area under his eyes, a sinister thought surged up. As he teased him by scraping the delicate skin with the tip of his cock, he saw his drowsily opened eyes squeeze shut.

The hot breaths that Heeyoung let out in his drunken state were touching the shaft of his cock. Whenever he felt the wetness of the saliva that had not yet been managed, Gyojin tensed his thigh muscles and counted numbers in his head.

He was now exercising more patience than when he had been called to school for his son’s problems.

If he had his way, he wanted to shove his cock, which was foolishly erect and swollen like a club, into Heeyoung’s small mouth. He felt like parting the wet lips and thrusting deep into the throat that would be heatedly hot.

If Heeyoung had been in his right mind, he would have done it without a moment’s hesitation. However, the current Heeyoung was in a state where he had no reason attached to him. Gyojin was largely at fault for Heeyoung becoming this intoxicated.

No matter how you look at it, there is such a thing as a conscience. He had no intention whatsoever of getting him drunk and then fucking him by force. He should not do that, and he did not want to do that either.

By that logic, he should stop this act right now. But unfortunately, Gyojin’s conscience had a limit. The water had already been spilled.

“Dizzy, zy. Sleepy……”

“Where are you going.”

As Heeyoung, who was blinking his eyes, dropped his head, Gyojin caught the face that was about to be buried downwards and lifted it up.

“Hey.”

“…….”

“Lee Heeyoung. Get a grip and look at me.”

Heeyoung, who had not responded, slowly looked up when his name was called. The round face, with its mouth agape in a daze, was a magnificent sight. Lee Heeyoung. Whoever had given him that name, it suited his round appearance without any sharp edges.

It was a face so clear and innocent that it would not have been enough to praise and cherish it, but Gyojin got excited by that face and did not stop his base act.

The blunt head of his cock began to rub quickly against Heeyoung’s soft and tender cheek. Gyojin masturbated by jabbing the delicate skin with the tip of his cock as if he were fucking. With his large hand, he rubbed his disgustingly erect dick up and down.

The room, which had been noisy with the sound of the two men’s conversation, had now become quiet. The only things that could be heard were the sound of a palm rubbing against flesh and the languid breaths that Gyojin let out.

As he was jerking off in front of the dazed face, Gyojin was suddenly engulfed in a sense of self-loathing.

What the fuck am I doing with this on my thigh right now. Sighs would well up unexpectedly, but when he looked at Heeyoung, he would become a ruffian as if he had never had such a thought.

He was so fucking turned on that he could not stop even if his conscience pricked him.

The grip on his dick gradually tightened. The hand motion of jerking the shaft of his cock up and down to ejaculate was also getting faster.

His forearm muscles tensed up, and a vein popped on his forehead. Gyojin thrusted his hips slightly and pressed the head of his cock deep into Heeyoung’s cheek.

Heeyoung, who automatically squeezed his eyes shut because his cheek flesh was pushed up, touched the object that kept tormenting him with his fingertips. It was strangely hard and hot.

No matter how many times he pushed it away, it would not come off and stuck to his face. Every time he let out a labored breath, the speed at which it rubbed against his skin became even faster.

Occasionally, the heavy thing would slap his cheek, thwack, thwack, and Heeyoung, who was hit without knowing the reason, could not help but feel sorrowful.

“Boss, let’s go home. Cheonghyun, Cheonghyun is……”

Cheonghyun will be waiting.

As he mumbled the unfinished words in his mouth, Gyojin’s expression crumpled fiercely. While he was so fond of his son, it was a mystery why he was frowning.

“This fucker, can’t read the mood and whose name are you……”

Well, Heeyoung would never know. The feeling of having his son’s name mentioned by the other party while he was losing control and masturbating.

“Cheonghyun, uuep!”

The moment Cheonghyun’s name came out of Heeyoung’s mouth again, Gyojin silenced that small mouth by making him suck his cock.

Zeuuk, the weapon-like dick slid smoothly between the lips that were slick with saliva.

His teeth scraped against the flesh, but Gyojin, who took even that as stimulation, threw his head back with his abdominal muscles trembling slightly. It was a feeling that could not even be compared to simply masturbating with his hand.

However, this act was just overwhelming for Heeyoung. The penis instantly filled his mouth, leaving his jaw hanging open as if it would dislocate. There was no way he would know the knack of sucking a cock.

Whenever the round tip of the dick poked his palate, physiological tears would well up and his throat would shrink.

Heok, eup, Heeyoung could not even swallow his saliva, let alone breathe.

For a while, without even thinking of escaping, he was sucking on the cock, drooling the saliva that had pooled under his tongue.

What if Gyojin thrusts into his throat this time. As he was engulfed in such fear and shed tears drop by drop, the penis that had been tormenting the inside of his mouth finally pulled back.

It was an event that happened in a very short time, but to Heeyoung, it was a time that felt like a year.

“Keck, cough!”

Heeyoung, who immediately burst into a cough, rubbed the corner of his mouth roughly with his sleeve and grumbled.

“It, it tastes bad. It’s big, so my jaw hurts……”

The yukhoe and sashimi were just delicious. But the thing just now had no particular taste and was so big that he felt like he was going to die.

He glared up with a resentful gaze, but Gyojin was just nonchalantly holding and shaking his wet dick. He looked down on Heeyoung with an arrogant gaze and sneered.

“You’re the only bastard who says my dick tastes bad after sucking it.”

It was an absurd remark.

Heeyoung, who let out a big breath, pooh, thought Gyojin’s rough way of speaking was unpleasant and started to nag.

“Dick, those words, are crude. In front of Cheonghyun, never, don’t do that……”

The problem was that the nagging was applied in a strange direction.

From the utterly innocent Heeyoung’s mouth, the explicit word ‘dick’ was uttered. So, it was a perfectly natural reaction for Gyojin’s lower abdomen to tense up.

He had obediently backed off because he was crying his eyes out just from sucking on a dick, but instead of pushing him away further, he was just mumbling useless words. It was like he was testing the waters in front of an unscrupulous merchant, asking how much is this, how much is that?

“I told you not to say my kid’s name, huh? You can’t grasp the situation right now, can you.”

“Hheup, eu, eubeub ah……”

Gyojin, who had pulled the small back of his head towards his crotch, once again shoved his cock into Heeyoung’s mouth. Heeyoung, who had so much to say, was mumbling something even with the thick flesh in his mouth.

Every time he did that, his teeth touched the penis and his tongue rubbed against it, driving him crazy. The soft flesh of his palate and the inside of his cheeks tightened around the veiny dick.

Unable to hold back the impulse, he pressed down on the pale nape of his neck, and a pained breath, keok, burst out from below. Heeyoung began to tap Gyojin’s thigh with his loosely clenched fists.

He was trying his best to beg him to take it out, but unfortunately, that hand gesture became a trigger.

Gyojin leisurely thrusted his hips and shoved his long, thick dick all the way to the vicinity of his throat.

Keck, every time Heeyoung coughed, he could feel the narrow throat shrink and bite down on the head of his cock.

He wanted to grab Heeyoung’s hair and perform a back-and-forth motion just like this. He wanted to shake Heeyoung’s head mercilessly so that the squelching, lewd, and obscene noises would fill the room.

He was not satisfied with just tickling his throat with the tip of his cock. He wanted to thrust deep enough for Heeyoung’s neck to bulge in the shape of his penis.

He was curious to see those gentle sheep-like eyes roll back, and that straight, cute nose buried in his crotch. He was also curious about the face that would gulp down the thick semen he would shoot deep into his throat.

However, Gyojin scraped together the last of his conscience and patience and endured the dirty impulse. Seeing the state of Heeyoung, who was looking up at him with reddened eyes, he just could not bring himself to be rough with him.

“Haah, euk……!”

He ejaculated a milky white fluid onto the tongue that was pleasantly wrapping around the shaft of his cock. He came while stroking from the root to the tip of his cock with his hand, then lifted Heeyoung’s head and pulled out the penis.

“Cough! Ha, hheup, eu.”

In a short while, Heeyoung’s state had become a mess. His face was all wet from squeezing out tears and snot, and his eyes and cheeks were completely red. Moreover, every time he coughed, his entire body shook precariously.

“Spit it out.”

Gyojin held out his palm in front of Heeyoung, who was slumped over his thigh. When he told him to spit out the semen he was holding in his mouth, Heeyoung opened his mouth, eh, without any particular resistance and let the white, thick liquid flow out.

Even after emptying his mouth like that, it seemed he still felt uncomfortable, as he frowned and kept mumbling that it tasted bad.

Gyojin immediately leaned down and pressed his lips against Heeyoung’s. He pushed his hot tongue between the easily parting lips and licked up the remaining semen.

Chuup, cheup, every time the two tongues tangled intimately, a sticky noise echoed in his ears.

Gyojin, who had been kissing for a long time, broke away and held his forehead, panting shallowly. I swear, I had no intention of even touching his mouth. He had mixed tongues with him, attaching the ridiculous reason of just cleaning up the semen.

“Ha, this fucker, it really does taste like shit, huh?”

He spat the semen he had licked from Heeyoung’s tongue onto a tissue, ptooey!, and frowned. It was the moment he understood Heeyoung’s words, who had been mumbling that it tasted bad, it tasted bad. It came from his own dickhead, but it tasted fucking awful.

He pulled a few more tissues from the box on the table to wipe his hands, and also cleaned his wet penis neatly. After zipping up his pants and tidying his clothes, he let out a long sigh that contained many meanings.

“Fucking hell……”

He washed his dry face with a troubled hand gesture and looked down at his thigh. There, Heeyoung, who had already lost consciousness, was sleeping as if he had fainted.

Gyojin gently wiped Heeyoung’s wet eye area with his thumb and also carefully wiped around his mouth where saliva had flowed with a tissue. Then, he carefully got up so as not to wake Heeyoung.

When he checked the watch on his wrist, it was already late in the dawn. It was time to go home.

Since he and Heeyoung lived in the same house, Gyojin willingly decided to carry the body that was slumped over the sofa.

He was about to sling Heeyoung’s body over his shoulder as he usually did with his son, but he stopped and changed his mind.

After a moment’s hesitation, he carefully slipped his arms under Heeyoung’s knees and neck and lightly lifted his body.

Even for an omega, this man, what did he eat to live, he could not feel any weight.

Heeyoung was asleep, unaware that someone was carrying him away. He even buried his face in Gyojin’s chest, feeling a sense of comfort and stability.

Thump. Thump.

At that small weight and the body heat felt through his clothes, Gyojin’s heart pounded violently. He tried his best to ignore that sensation and exited the room.

When he opened the door and walked out into the hallway, the mouths of those who saw Gyojin fell open. Not to mention the employees, even the manager could not hide his surprised expression.

Gyojin pretended not to notice the blatant attention and ordered the manager irritably.

“What are you just standing there staring for. Go and start my car.”

He did not stop there and also gave a look to the bulky man who was guarding the door.

“You drive me home.”

After shamelessly giving his orders, he soon disappeared like a mirage.

The employees, who had frozen solid, could only stare blankly at the spot where Gyojin and Heeyoung had disappeared, lost in a daze. Even the manager, who always skillfully catered to Gyojin’s moods, showed a rare sluggishness.

“Manager, why, why is the Boss carrying him out?”

“I know, right. Why is the Boss with Lee Heeyoung, ha, seriously. Did I see something I shouldn’t have?”

“…….”

For a while, the establishment was filled with silence.